Stanford lost consciousness, so he lost.

He also cut off his opponent's weapon, and he won.

In any case, the current Stanford has completely lost the ability to resist, and even an ordinary person can easily kill him.

Not far away, Serge, who was entangled with Jorge, suddenly realized something.

The moment he turned around, Stanford collapsed on deck.

Searle looked at Stanford worriedly, about to help.

"Yo-he, you seem to have forgotten my existence!" Jorge instantly entangled Searle's body.

"Soft power two-stage fall!"

Distracted, Searle was constantly slammed on the deck.

Now he can't get out at all!

"Do you have to use your might at such a time?" Searle said in his heart.

Immediately Searle cut off this idea again, although the country is powerful, but Searle cannot yet grasp its scope.

The current battlefield is above the sea, and if you rashly use Weiguo, you can only cause more damage!

The current situation is simply not suitable for the use of mass destruction moves!

If the country is used, the surviving naval soldiers may indeed die.

……

On his third landing, Serre finally seized the opportunity to get rid of Jorge.

At this moment, Ahmad, who had gained a moment of respite, stood up, picked up the half-broken giant blade and walked towards Stanford.

Searle's face was cold, and when he was about to fly to Stanford's side, a figure appeared in front of Ahmad, and then kicked Ahmad, who was unsteady on his feet, out of the air.

The sheer force kicks Ahmad directly into a broken pirate ship.

The man was the half-beastly Hagmu, and standing beside him was the scarred Nacho.

Nacho was carrying a comatose man on his shoulder, which was easy to identify, wasn't this the long-legged bastard? It seems that Hagam managed to defeat Ziad.

Hagam waved at Searle, motioning for him to keep fighting and not worry about this.

Now that Stanford is out of business, Searle has focused his attention on Jorge.

"The battle over there is over, and it looks like we're going to have to hurry, don't we?" Searle gritted his teeth, and his muscles swelled.

"Fight it out, Jorge!" Serge leapt to his feet and punched Jorge.

"Don't be too complacent, the ending will be the same in the end, and you'll kill them when I solve it!" Jorge softened all over, met Serge's fist, and the soft force exploded, and he went head-on.

"Jorge!"

"Giant bastard!"

A wave of anger erupted between the two.

The deck beneath his feet shattered in an instant.

"Boom!"

Serge was blown out by Jorge's top.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

Searle got up from the broken hull and calmly analyzed Jorge's ability: "The softened body can unload most of the power and then bounce the power back to me!" ”

"Bang"

Jorge turned into a soft ball and slammed into Searle, who stopped his analysis and hurriedly flashed to the side.

"With my gummy-sama's ability, you have no chance of winning!" Jorge shouted.

Serre pretended not to hear, concentrated his breath on his right arm, shook his right foot, and shouted at Jorge: "Take me a meteorite!" ”

The soft body collided with the fist.

Unexpectedly, this time it was not only Serge who flew out upside down, Jorge was also knocked away by a punch.

Serge turned over and rolled up: "After softening, you can only rebound the strength of the body, but you can't rebound the strength!" ”

A flash of surprise flashed in Serge's eyes, and he froze and rushed in the direction of Jacooka.

Jorge had just gotten up when he noticed Searle's actions and was trying to stop it.

Nessell's speed was too fast, and the next moment he appeared next to Jacouca.

Raising his hand to pull out the Accord Oka inserted on the wooden board, a smile appeared on Searle's face: "Since the strength of the body is not good, then use qi!" ”

As he spoke, he waved his giant ruler in the direction of Jorge.

"Elbaf's Spear ~ Heavy Country Slash!"

A slash similar to sword qi erupted from the giant ruler.

The full moon-shaped sword qi slashed through Class A and slashed towards Jorge.

"Bastard, you're so naïve!"

Jorge's figure shook and turned into a ribbon-like shape, easily avoiding the slash.

The corners of Searle's mouth curled, and countless sword qi slashed out one after another.

Jorge is transformed into a ribbon, flashing left and right, like a flat boat in the waves. It looked awkward, but he dodged every slash.

"I said, you're working in vain!"

After dodging all the slashes, Jorge returned to his normal form and taunted.

The body's breath was already limited, and after many uses, Searle was a little overwhelmed.

Serge hunched over and panted and said, "You guy is such a slippery loach!" ”

Jorge didn't speak, but turned into a ball and rolled towards Searle.

This distance is too close for the slash to work.

Serge held the ruler across his chest to block Jorge's onslaught.

The two were at a stalemate.

Suddenly, Jorge's head emerged from the ball, and he smiled weirdly and said, "Don't you want to know Lao Tzu's ability?" ”

Serge's eyes widened suddenly, and Jacooka bent and softened at this moment.

Before Searle could react, Jorge kicked Searle out of the sea, and the limp Jacouca fell to the plank with a dull thud.

"Lao Tzu is the one who has eaten the ability of superhuman soft fruits!" Jorge said with a smug face.

Searle, who was about to fall into the sea, turned his left hand into a claw and clung tightly to the deck to prevent him from falling into the sea.

Glancing at the crooked Yagouka in horror, he said in his heart: "What the hell is this, Yagouka was actually ... ”

Yageroka is a steel that has been refined for thousands of years, and it was destroyed like this.

"Hahaha, heartache? Tell you boy, I can soften everything I touch that is inanimate! Jorge replied cheerfully.

The pain is certain, after all, Jacooka has accompanied Searle for four years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a combat partner.

"What a disgusted fellow who takes pleasure in destroying what is dear to others!"

Now that it's destroyed, Searle doesn't bother with this anymore.

Take a deep breath, adjust your body to its best, and get ready for battle!

The temptation is over, and the other party's abilities are understood.

Serge stared at Jorge's with burning eyes, waiting for his chance to make a move.

……

The other side.

"Iron block, don't move the king!"

Jungar solemnly cast the Navy Six to fend off the elbow blow from Lochim.

At the same time, he kicked hard with his right foot, and a blade flew towards Lochim.

"Arashiki ~ Arashikiri!"

Lochim's eyes tightened, his left palm turned into a fist, and he punched out against the air blade.

"Drunk and picked!"

The fist collided with the air blade, and the two of them each took a step back, preparing for the next attack.

This guy Lochim deserves the nickname of an alcoholic, and he never leaves his body in battle, and his boxing moves are related to wine.

In the process of fighting, I will take a sip from time to time.

Of course, this guy's attack method is also a physical technique, a physical technique similar to drunken boxing.

One is the captain of the Rocks Pirates, who are in the limelight, and the other is a new-star brigadier admiral with his bare hands.

It can be regarded as a well-known character on the whole sea.

The current navy is in a state of reshuffle, and young generals are gradually replacing the older generation of generals.

Take Stanford and Jungar, for example, although they both have military ranks of major general and brigadier general respectively.

In fact, the strength of both of them has reached the level of lieutenant generals.

If it goes well, after this battle, Jungar will be promoted to major general, and when the real change of office comes, it will be a sure thing to become a lieutenant general.

The combat of the master of physical arts is different from that of the swordsman, the destructive power of the master of the body is far less than that of the swordsman, and the moves are also back to the basics, they use special martial arts to fight the victory.

For these two people, this battle is a contest between the Navy Six Style and the Drunken Fist Fist Technique.

The competition between the two gradually developed from white-hot to a decisive victory.

Zhungar clasped his hands together, protruding his two index fingers, and the momentum of the whole person became incomparably majestic.

"Finger Gun Mystery, Red Magata!"

The drunkard Lochim also made a strange pose, the fingers of both hands were hooked, and the majestic momentum spread out in all directions.

"Eight Kings Fist Mystery, Lifting the Pot for Empowerment!"

Both jump into the air to attack their opponents.

"Whew!!"

"Plop"

After landing, both of them fell on the deck of the pirate ship.

Two blood holes appeared in Lochim's chest, and blood was pouring out of them.

There was a deep fist mark on Jungar's abdomen, and above the fist mark was a navy uniform soaked in blood.

After a long time, neither of them stood up.

There is no winner in this battle!